In the age of Powerpoint and synergy, c**ts have wriggled out of the woodwork to set goals, agendas and self-assessment criteria for those of us who just want to get it done and go home. I haven't yet entered the world of dangerously unbuttoned pink businessman shirts, and at university I haven't really been in any particularly wank meetings. But I have seen plenty of these going on.Some people just thrive on letting everyone else know they're having a meeting. They'll go to a busy foyer of a library, sit down with their macbook and organic bottle water, and wax lyrical to fellow try-hards. All to decide whether Caravaggio was bent or not, and what the dress code should be for their next History of Art pretentious get-together.
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